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The Veil Of Tears
From the high mountain
A weft of white water drops its way, rock by rock, to the valley floor.
Only he who knows can give its name, for it is the Veil of Tears.
The Princess Pamella was riding in the forest,
The leaves were green and humming birds fluttered into and out of the hibiscus flowers.
She was happy and sang the song of the day.
You might have thought that the kingdom was at peace,